All the joy was in the campaign. Rudy was a poor musician, playing guitar by the campfire, the rest of the squad sang along with him

you watched him play without taking your eyes off his hands and face

You've noticed that you're smiling when you look at his face and the way he sings. Noticing your embarrassment, he chuckled softly as he continued to play, sitting closer to you, gyalad right in your eyes